What a fierce sword!, the man in black thought.

Perhaps it was the most ferocious sword he had ever seen, and even the murderous aura on his body was temporarily suppressed, and he glanced up at the young man with the sword, with pale skin, handsome face, and a smile rippling at the corners of his mouth.

The appearance of the white-faced scholar was in stark contrast to this fierce sword.

He seemed completely unaffected by the killing intent, standing in place, his back straight, as if nothing could make him bend over.

A swordsman, a real swordsman, thought to the man in black.

"Who are you!" he said.

He rarely asked for people's names, because most of the people in front of him would become a dead person after a few seconds, and he didn't need to know the name of the dead person - but at this moment, he suddenly had a feeling that the young man in front of him would not die.

His eyelids twitched slightly, and a sense of uneasiness came over him.

The man in black was looking at Han Chuang, and Han Chuang was also looking at the man in black, he could clearly feel the murderous aura condensed on the man in black, this murderous aura was almost condensed into substance, and he didn't know how many people he had to kill to accumulate such a strong murderous aura.

What a fierce person, Han Chuang thought, this may be the most ferocious person he has ever seen, obviously his strength is only at the peak of Huayuan, but he can defeat Lu Bohan in the Condensation Period in a single fight, and this murderous aura plays a role in it.

Han Chuang said: "Qingzhu Sect outcast, Han Chuang. ”

"Outcasts?" the man in black laughed, sneering and cold, "Since you are an outcast, why do you have to take care of the affairs of the sect, they gave up on you, and you should give up on them too." ”

Han Chuang also laughed, and the same laugh was hot and cold.

"They gave up on me, but I won't give up on them. Han Chuang said lightly, "Although the Qingzhu Sect expelled me from the sect, I did not expel the brand of the Qingzhu Sect from my body. ”

The man in black smiled and said, "Why? Why do you think that? If it were me, I would definitely kill everyone in the sect who gave up on me, and not a single one would be left." ”

The eerie tone was unsettling.

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "This is the difference between you and me. ”

The man in black shook his head and said, "There is no difference between us. In fact, we are all the way, and you are born to belong to us. ”

There is a wisp of power in the profound words that stirs people's hearts.

But Han Chuang only smiled slightly, like a spring breeze turning rain, and all the negative emotions in his heart suddenly disappeared.

"Although I wonder why a martial artist at the peak of the Transformation Yuan has the ability to attack mentally, you still put it away, this move is useless to me. Han Chuang said.

The eyes of the man in black turned in his sockets, his eyes were full of smiles, and he said: "I didn't expect that in the peak of Huayuan, there is also a person like you, who can not be affected by my killing intent, and can not be affected by spiritual attacks, you are really a strange person." ”

"Strange people?" Han Chuang smiled, "No matter how strange it is, it's not as strange as yours, I'd love to see your face under the black veil." ”

"Do you want to die?" the man in black's pupils snapped back.

Han Chuang laughed out loud and said, "Die, I don't want to, I don't think anyone wants to die." ”

The man in black said coldly, "Then you'd better not say such things." ”

Han Chuang said: "Didn't I say that you wouldn't do it?"

Negro: "No. ”

Han Chuang laughed, sneering and cold.

"Then I'd say, 'I want to see what kind of face is under the black veil.'" ”

"You're dead!" said the man in black.

As soon as the words fell, the cold wind suddenly rose, and the sword light flickered.

It was the scimitar of the man in black, drawing a wonderful arc in the air. This is his sword across the world, and the name of the move is also called Across the Seas, I don't know how many famous people are ruthless in this move, and at this moment, he must use this trick to deal with an unfamous kid.

But he didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all, and the kid he faced definitely had the strength to force him to use the strongest sword.

Killing intent is vertical and horizontal, this is a knife that kills, this is a knife that must be won and killed.

Han Chuang smelled the breath of danger, and he was as agile as a leopard, suddenly rushing out and avoiding the knife.

Did he really avoid it like that?

The murderous knife is never so simple for others to dodge, and the blade rotates, closely following Han Chuang's body.

He retreated, and the knife advanced.

This curved scimitar, like an appendage, always lingered around Han Chuang.

Sen Leng's blade almost pierced the skin, Han Chuang had no way to retreat, he would die if he retreated, his senses were as sharp as a leopard, this keen feeling told him that the speed of the knife was faster than his body, just a little faster, and it was this point that made him unable to retreat.

A satisfied smile appeared on the face of the man in black, he knew that this knife was powerful, no one could dodge, and when Han Chuang chose to dodge, he had already lost.

And the result of losing is to give away your own life.

- Is this really the case?

If he knew what the black-clothed people were thinking, Han Chuang would definitely tell him loudly that there was no knife in this world that could not be avoided.

Suddenly, he slipped and fell.

It's like slipping, it's just making a slip, and it's not easy to disguise, but if you succeed, you will catch your opponent off guard.

A premeditated slip, a chance for victory, flashed by, like a gust of wind passing through your fingertips. If you can't grasp the wind with your fingers, you can seize the opportunity, and the opportunity is right in front of you.

Han Chuang's eyes flashed, his body slid forward in an instant, and the scimitar grazed his scalp, and the cool breeze gusted.

This may be the most ingenious move in heaven and earth, or it can be said that it is not a move, but a kind of inspiration, a product of a warrior's sense of smell, a talent.

But no matter what, Han Chuang dodged the fatal knife and stabbed straight at the same time.

The swarthy black iron heavy sword was wrapped in a fierce wind, like a straight forward siege cone, and slammed into the body of the man in black.

With a "bang", the body of the man in black cracked.

It's not the kind of three-dimensional crack on the surface of the body, but a flat crack, like a broken mirror instead of a person.

As soon as the wind blew, the fragments fell to the ground, revealing the intact man in black behind him, with a look of horror in his eyes.

Han Chuang smiled and said, "Strange treasures, it's really a good thing." ”

Compared to Han Chuang's reckless dodge, the man in black just relied on a strange treasure to hold his life. Black Mirror, a type of exotic treasure, can block a deadly attack in one day, which is equivalent to one more life in a day, but only one, there is no second one.

If Han Chuang strikes another sword, he will die, which is also the source of his fear.

"It's a divine soldier!" he asked, instead of answering.

Han Chuang said with a smile: "The divine soldiers didn't kill you either, you are really fateful, like a cockroach." ”

The man in black didn't speak, but with a move of his right hand, thirteen people surrounded Han Chuang.

Han Chuang sneered slightly: "Is this going to be a group battle?"

The man in black smiled and said: "Who doesn't know the principle of my thirteen Taibao against the enemy, the enemy is one, we are thirteen together, the enemy is a hundred, it is still our thirteen people, if you feel that you are at a loss, you can also let them follow you." ”

The smile condensed in the eyes was naked provocation.

Han Chuang shook his head helplessly, facing an opponent like the Thirteenth Taibao, no matter how many people there were, it was useless. The thirteen of them formed a mutual formation, and one person against them was the same as a hundred.

Seven people in front, six people in the back, drawing knives in the front, bending bows and arrows in the back, Han Chuang's face was fearless, he smiled slightly, and shouted: "Then come on." ”

With a swing of the heavy sword, the seven people in front of him were circled into the sword momentum.

Nie Qingqing, who came with Han Chuang, took the opportunity to float to Lu Bohan's side, although she hated this old man who tried to kill her, as long as Han Chuang didn't want him to die, she wouldn't let him die.

She took out a pill from her arms, handed it to Lu Bohan, and said, "Eat it." ”

Of course, Lu Bohan knew Nie Qingqing, and he knew everyone around Han Chuang well.

"Take it back, the old man won't ask for your alms!" he turned his head, the corners of his eyebrows twitching, as if in great pain.

This is also normal, anyone who has their arm cut off will be very painful, physical pain, mental pain intertwined, like layers of waves.

The blood was still flowing, although Lu Bohan had already used the kung fu of the acupoints to connect several blood paths, but he still couldn't stop the bleeding, and his face was obviously pale with excessive blood loss.

Nie Qingqing snorted coldly and shouted, "If you don't eat it, you have to eat!" His left hand reached out like lightning, and quickly clicked on several key points on Lu Bohan's chest, Lu Bohan's mouth inevitably opened for a moment, and at this moment, Nie Qingqing threw the pill into it.

Humiliation, utter humiliation.

"Demon girl, what did you give Elder Lu to eat?" Several disciples who were loyal to Lu Bohan drew their long swords and surrounded Nie Qingqing in the middle.

"What do you want to do?" Helian Mo, Lin Ping, Su Wanyun and several other disciples who were good friends with Nie Qingqing also drew their respective blades and blocked Nie Qingqing in front of them.

Even if Nie Qingqing was the demon girl of the Evil Moon Sect, in their hearts, she was still that trustworthy and trustworthy friend to protect.

Seeing this, Nie Qingqing couldn't help but be moved, and only felt that the most beautiful thing in the world was nothing more than this.

She stared at the enemy on the opposite side and said coldly: "Don't worry, it's just a holy medicine to stop bleeding, if you don't feed him, he will die, don't believe it." ”

A few people looked up and saw that Lu Bohan's face was really much better, and his originally pale face was also a little more ruddy, so they relieved themselves.

Lu Bohan is a master of the contemplation period, even if he is seriously injured, the acupoint is not something that Nie Qingqing can control for a long time, but in an instant, the true qi rushed through the acupoint, he pointed at Nie Qingqing angrily, and shouted: "Demon girl, the old man killed you!"

Nie Qingqing snorted coldly and said, "Do you want to kill me or retreat from the enemy, if you want to retreat from the enemy, our grievances will be put aside, if you want to kill me-" She glanced at Lu Bohan with disdain, and said: "I never kill a seriously injured person." ”

Lu Bohan's already violent body suddenly froze, and his expression was cloudy, until later, his eyes moved away from Nie Qingqing, and he just looked at Han Chuang in the field in a daze.

At this moment, Han Chuang's battle against the Thirteen Taibao had reached its most intense time, the seven scimitars were still able to resist the heavy sword despite the difficulty, coupled with the arrow sneak attacks from time to time on the periphery, Han Chuang looked precarious.

In fact, no one thought that he would win, the prestige of the Thirteen Taibao had already spread throughout the Southeast Region, and the deterrent power in everyone's hearts was by no means comparable to a Han Chuang and a heavy sword.

Of course, this does not include Nie Qingqing, only she knows that Han Chuang still has some spare strength at this moment.

It is simply unheard of to be entangled with the Thirteen Taibao without doing all its best, but it has happened so really.